old love grows new roots

writer’s island: the gift. this was perfect timing for something that needed to be expressed….missing someone can be haunting at times…for linda growing strong… here’s the ongoing story…previous posts; photo: Lipstick,  judy stalus, flickr

it is not so bad
most days
sleep comes easy

here now without
i cannot, come and
be right next to me

today i totally surrender
softly sobbing the once
smothered to you

no one hears nearby
i clutch at the arms
familiar to me

eventually sleep comes
and when you
smile i do too